I don't want to live in kent, bruv

I'm on your doorstep tomorrow
Bruv
I'm out of here tomorrow
Bruv
The council don't want to fucking know
Bruv

All I want is a gaff of my own
Bruv
I might as well sign on the rock and roll
Bruv

I earn thirty quid a day at the market
Bruv
The cunts want five hundred quid deposit
A fucking deposit
And the rent's on top of that
Bruv

Five hundred quid bruv
Five hundred quid

They said they hadn't heard of me
Bruv
I've been in that hostel and they haven't heard of me
For fucks sake

I'm born and bred in London mate
And they want me to move to Kent
It's ain't right
Bruv

I'm a Londoner bruv
I don't want to live in fucking Kent.